Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women

Ethan stood in front of the building he had invested in, the early morning sun casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. 

His hands were tucked into his jacket pockets, partly to ward off the chill and partly to keep them from trembling.

The building was… a sight for sore eyes. 

It wasn't the worst he'd ever seen, but it certainly wasn't a postcard of luxury either. The façade was worn, its paint peeling off in long strips like scabs on a healing wound. 

A couple of windows were broken, their jagged edges gleaming like teeth in a crooked smile.

Still, it was his. His property. 

The system had made sure of that overnight, completing all the paperwork, and transferring ownership into his name. 

He hadn't even had to lift a finger, but the feeling of standing here now, knowing this place belonged to him, filled him with a sense of pride he hadn't felt in years.

"Quite the fixer-upper, huh?"

The voice snapped Ethan out of his thoughts. He turned to see a man in his late forties approaching, his tie slightly loosened and a clipboard in hand. 

The agent assigned by the mayor had introduced himself earlier as Greg, and Ethan couldn't help but think the guy looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"It's got potential," Ethan replied, shrugging.

Greg smirked, flipping through the pages on his clipboard. "That's one way to put it. The city's been sitting on this property for years, waiting for someone with enough optimism — or insanity — to take it on."

Ethan chuckled, though it sounded more nervous than amused. "I guess that makes me the crazy one."

They started walking around the perimeter of the building, Greg pointing out structural issues, city codes that needed addressing, and other details that flew over Ethan's head.

"The foundation's solid," Greg said, crouching to inspect a crack in the base. "But you'll need to redo the plumbing and electrical. Windows are a mess, and don't even get me started on the roof."

Ethan nodded along, even as his stomach churned. He tried to imagine what the renovation costs would look like, but the numbers felt overwhelming.

"Good news is," Greg added, straightening up, "the location's decent. Close enough to public transport, and there's a park nearby. Once you get this place fixed up, you could attract a pretty good tenant base."

Ethan gave him a small smile. "Good to know."

Just as Greg was finishing his inspection notes, the rumble of an engine caught their attention. 

Ethan turned to see a truck pulling up, followed by a couple of vans. The renovation squad had arrived.

A burly man in a high-visibility vest hopped out of the truck, clipboard in hand. He looked around, sizing up the building before approaching Ethan.

"You the owner?" the man asked, his voice gruff but not unfriendly.

"That's me," Ethan replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

The man extended a hand. "Name's Marty. We'll be handling the renovations for you. You sent over all the details, so we've got a plan in place. Mind if we take a look inside?"

It was the System that had handled this part too. As always.

Ethan nodded, fishing the keys out of his pocket. As they headed to the front door, he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. The system really had thought of everything.

The interior of the building was just as rough as the exterior, if not worse. 

Dust hung in the air, and the faint smell of mildew lingered in the corners. The floors creaked underfoot, and every step kicked up a small cloud of dirt.

Marty and his team moved through the space with practiced efficiency, jotting down notes and snapping photos on their phones. 

Ethan trailed behind them, watching as they inspected every inch of the property.

"You're gonna need a full gut job," Marty said, glancing over his shoulder at Ethan. "But once we're done, this place will be good as new."

Ethan nodded, though the thought of gutting the building made his head spin. He tried to focus on the positives. This wasn't just an expense; it was an investment. 

And if the system's predictions were right, it would pay off in the long run.

Greg, who had been lingering near the entrance, checked his watch. "I think my part here's done," he said, giving Ethan a nod. "Good luck with everything. You've got your hands full, but I've seen worse turn into something great."

"Thanks," Ethan said, shaking his hand.

As Greg left, Marty clapped Ethan on the back. "Don't worry, kid. We've got this. You focus on whatever you've got going on, and we'll handle the heavy lifting."

Ethan managed a small smile. "Thanks, Marty. I appreciate it."

Marty gave him a thumbs-up before turning back to his team. "Alright, boys, let's get to work!"

The crew sprang into action, unloading tools and equipment from the trucks. Ethan stepped outside to give them space, leaning against the side of the building as he watched them work.

He pulled out his own phone — not the system's, but his personal one — and scrolled through his messages. 

There wasn't much there, just a couple of notifications from food suppliers and a text from one of his employees asking about the week's schedule.

For a moment, Ethan let himself bask in the quiet. It was strange how quickly his life had changed. A few weeks ago, he had been drowning in despair, barely able to see a way out. 

Now, he had a thriving business, a growing team, and a new investment that could set him up for life.

The thought made him smile, and for the first time in years, it wasn't tinged with bitterness or regret.

"Hey, boss!" Marty's voice broke through his thoughts. Ethan looked up to see the man waving him over.

"What's up?" Ethan asked, walking back inside.

"Just wanted to go over the timeline with you," Marty said, gesturing to a set of blueprints spread out on a workbench.

As Marty explained the renovation plan, Ethan found himself nodding along, the initial nervousness giving way to a sense of determination. 

This building was his now, and he was going to make it something worth being proud of.